how satiny soft your solid white fur was as I stroked you and how “white“ my black jeans would look after.

how you would, without announcement or invite, just jump into my lap, start kneading my leg, until you were satisfied it was fluffy enough, and settle downfor a long nap, purring the whole time as you lay there most times for hours on end.

how every time I ate crackers or potato chips, you would sit and wait patiently, until I broke offa few crunchy crumbs for you, too.

how each time I left the house, whether for a few minutes or for most of the day, I would see you looking out the window by the front door, waiting for me to return, and as I entered, you would greet me with a short mousy mewl to say hello and welcome back.

how you used to sit in my lap, meticulously, methodically grooming my arm for long measured minutes with eyes closed, until you were completely satisfied that from elbow to wrist, it was clean, and how absolutely relaxing it was for me no matter how stressed I was.

how when I would perform rituals, while the other girls would wander in and out of the circle, you would find the center of the circle and curl up until I opened the circle again.

how of all the cats I’ve ever been adopted by, you were the only one that never had an aggressive bone in your body. That you only gave love.

how of all the cats that have ever adopted me in my lifetime, you were the only one (and both times when you were in extreme pain) that ever bit me, but not being malicious, only as a reaction to your pain.

how I fretted, and worried, and waited, and searched for you when you got out during the process of my moving only to find you, scruffy, and dirty, and smelly, and muddy, and a short while after getting you back, and bathed, and in our new home, discovered you were pregnant. And how incredibly sad I was when your babies were stillborn.

how after you came back from the vets from the emergency c-section when you could not deliver, would follow me everywhere like a puppy, as if to say to me, I owe you a debt for saving me and my life.

how I never usually had to clean out food from the bowls, as you would eat a little then wait until the other girls were finished, then go from bowl to bowl to bowl, cleaning up the remainder. And how I would sometimes call you my “little piggy”.

how you used to sit in the bathroom on the sink in front of the mirror talking and mewling to the spirits of your babies.

how you would jump up on the sink or toilet when I‘d take my shower in the mornings, and sit there asking me to give you a “short bath” where I’d wet my hand and run it through your fur and then comb you out.

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